All Chapters of Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 131 - Chapter 136

I must have dozed off for a little while—maybe twenty minutes, or an hour—because when my eyes fluttered open again the fluorescent hum in the main bay had dimmed to a single overhead bulb. The rain was still tapping the metal roof, but it was softer now, like it was running out of energy. My body felt heavy, my thighs were sticky, and the wedding dress twisted around my waist, Chris’s flannel still draped over my shoulders like a second skin.The office door creaked. And Chris stepped inside, freshly showered. His hair was damp and darker, and combed back from his forehead. He’d changed into clean black sweatpants that hung low on his hips and nothing else. Water droplets still clung to the ridges of his collarbone, tracing slow paths down the defined lines of his chest and abs. The faint scent of plain soap and clean skin replaced the earlier motor-oil edge. He looked clean,like he'd taken an extra effort to wash the smell and stain of motor oils from his skin.He closed the door b

Chris’s arm stayed tight around my waist, his palm flat and warm against my stomach, fingers splayed in that same possessive way he’d held me all night. His cock—softening now but still heavy—was pressed against the curve of my ass, slick with everything we’d done. I could feel the slow drip still leaking from me, pooling on the cot, making the thin mattress even damper beneath my hip.I kept my eyes closed a second longer, trying to catch my breath, trying to make sense of the fact that my husband was standing three feet away—half-undressed, hard, watching—and hadn’t yelled, hadn’t stormed out, and hadn’t even looked away.When I finally opened my eyes again, Mathew was staring right at me.His shirt hung open, chest rising and falling too fast. The front of his trousers was tented obscenely, he hadn’t bothered to zip back up after palming himself earlier. His hair was wrecked, lips parted, pupils so blown the irises were almost gone.He took one more step. The cot creaked when his k

Next came the nipple clamps, the adjustable ones with a chain connecting them. I'd only used them a couple of times, loving the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. He attached one to each nipple, tightening them just enough to make me hiss. The pull of the chain added a constant pressure, heightening my sensitivity."Beautiful," he murmured, tugging lightly on the chain. I yelped, the sensation shooting straight to my core.Then, he surprised me by bringing out the wand vibrator—the big one, with the powerful head that could make me cum in seconds if used right. He plugged it in, and positioned it between my legs, not turning it on yet. Instead, he used his fingers first, dipping two inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot."You're so ready," he said, pumping them in and out while his thumb circled my clit. I was dripping, the sounds obscene in the quiet room."Yes, please, don't stop," I pleaded.But he did, replacing his fingers with the wand. On low, it rumbled against me, t